Intro :
Yeah
Check, hein, oh
We’re gonna make them stop talking shit, I would like
To see them on their knees, everyone getting grab by their hair
90 minutes on the bench
300 000 albums at the stoppage of the game
Check, hein

Chorus :
We’re gonna make them stop talking shit, I would like
To see them on their knees, everyone getting grab by their hair
90 minutes on the bench
300 000 albums at the stoppage of the game

1st verse :
I’m the good, the brute and Tuco
Hell of a night, Jean Pierre-Foucault
If I’m not mistaken, we’re done with the peace pipe
But turns out, we’re going to smoke you
I look at my sons, my best friends
What the fuck do you want me to go do over in Miami ?
I look at the same faces as they patrol
One shotgun and some rusty bullets
A Kalashnikov under the Burka
[?] “Castellane” neighborhood and “la Turka”
Aimed for the artery, went up through the waist
Un black et Sacha sous les magasins
With Bakyl, I killed les champs
It’s gonna take a lot for you to move me
With Samat, I jumped people
With Kala, I sold coke
Never satisfied, it drives you crazy, don’t it ?
May the rap game add some flutes on the track
If the Mafia exists, we’re the street
Remind ma again who are these sons of bitches ?

Chorus :
We’re gonna make them stop talking shit, I would like
To see them on their knees, everyone getting grab by their hair
90 minutes on the bench
300 000 albums at the stoppage of the game
90 minutes on the bench
300 000 albums at the stoppage of the game
90 minutes on the bench
300 000 albums at the stoppage of the game

Bridge :
The town is under control
The town is under control
The town is under control
The town is under control
The town is under control
The town is under control
The town is under control
The town is under control

2nd verse :
Give him some love, put some chalk on him
They couldn’t predict that they would miss killing me
“Affranchi”, the album is a shooting range
We do things first, then we talk
Your father is a Harki under the tricolor French flag
Join the rebel’s Maquis up north
And you’ll get yourself screwed by their chief
And if you’re the boss, then you’re soon dead
Instead of asking yourself : “What the fuck are they doing here ?”
You should be asking what would we be doing over there
I’ll put an end to your planning, ???
I would like to see my tax expert wearing a djellaba
They dream about a docile Fianso
You’ll find hash in my fossil
There’s people like me all over in Italy
Contact ?? in Mauritania
Let us not talk much, but let us talk about finances
You throw them a bar of hash, it’s ???
I leave blood everywhere, as if it was legal
Riddled with bullets on a beach at Senegal
I need me a dancer, and a funny buffoon
For all the ears and the knees that we graze
I patrolled the blocks with Ginka
There’s nothing to report, the zone is under control

Chorus :
We’re gonna make them stop talking shit, I would like
To see them on their knees, everyone getting grab by their hair
90 minutes on the bench
300 000 albums at the stoppage of the game
90 minutes on the bench
300 000 albums at the stoppage of the game
90 minutes on the bench
300 000 albums at the stoppage of the game

Outro :
The town is under control
The town is under control
The town is under control
The town is under control
The town is under control
The town is under control
The town is under control
The town is under control